They're going to flirt with us this way until the all star break. They'll creep towards the .500 mark, let us think there's a glimmer of hope, then they'll get smacked back down to Earth.
They're two under. The glimmer is there. Now we're thinking, "Maybe... just maybe." Then reality will sink in. Johnson and Nolasco. Then it's back to four under and we're thinking it's a total disaster.
Why did my Dad make me a Mets fan?